{Anaya}

It's been 3 months since I last spoken with Nike. He cool I guess, I still don't trust the nigga or his punk ass friends.

I haven't seen Ray since the the day of my appointment, come to find out the he was with that day was the Darvis dude from the night of the part. Just my luck. I never ended up meeting that Chris dude, but I did find out the 5th guys name, Marvin. What a bitch name.

Me and my mom still aren't on speaking terms. Ive tried reaching out to her multiple times with no luck. There's no pain like losing your mother, and she's not even physically dead! Whatever.

"It's a girl" Ashley said running down the stairs. I giggled, between her and Nike i swear they act like they know what my baby is. "Gurl bye" I said in between laughter

Ashley was oddly happy today, probably because Trey big faced ass was stopping by.

"They outside" Ashley said peeking out the window, she hopped up making her way over to the door swinging it open.

"They?" I asked, laying myself back onto the couch. In walked Trey and Nike. Why does this nigga just keep popping up!

"Hey babygirl" Trey entered, greeting Ashley. He left a kiss on her lips before heading my way dapping me up.

"Hey stupid head" Trey spoke, slapping the back of my head.

"Boy I'm far from stupid, come correct" I clapped back, jokingly rolling my eyes

Trey chuckled, making his way over to the couch.

"I got some words with you little girl" he spoke plopping down on the couch across from me, Nike soon followed in his footsteps. I raised a brow looking at him with confusion planted across my face.

"You pregnant?" He asked, being nosy. By now everybody knew about my pregnancy, Zoe just can't keep her big ass mouth shut. As always. I was 5 months anyway so now you could kinda tell I was pregnant if I was wearing something tight. I had left school and decided to finish my education online this year, I was an embarrassment. I didn't wanna be there.

I rolled my eyes getting annoyed.

"Why you ain't tell me you let my dawg hit" Trey said tryna crack jokes.

He received a hard slip to the back of his head by Ashley as she walked by. "Trey be respectful" Ashley snapped, I could tell she was getting as frustrated as I was getting. People really take my pain as a joke, if only the knew the shit I knew.

"Why ain't yo dawgs tell you what the fuck him and his little rugrats did, before he started spreading lies like I just let him enjoy my goodies like his little trick of a girlfriend do every nigga in the state" my blood was boiling at this point, I don't know why I let people get to me so much. Well blame my daddy cause I get my temper from him.

Without saying another word I got up, dismissing myself. I could hear Ashley calling after me but it sounded like muffles at this point. I was too pissed I ain't wanna even hear it.

I made my way over to my room I was staying in for my time being here. Swinging open the door, I could hear arguing coming from downstairs. Not even acknowledging it I walked right inside. Plopping down on my bed I made myself comfortable.

Not that long later Nike found his was up into my room.

"Wassup Ny" Nike says as he makes his way over to the bed. Moving pillows making room for himself before sitting down next to me.

"what do you want Nike" I spoke, fidgeting with the end of my butt length box braids.

"I just came to check up on you, you straight?" He asked. Lifting his right hand, he placed it on my now visible bump. Rubbing side to side. That drove my baby crazy. "He kicking for me" Nike said, a smile slithered across his face as he moved his hand in different spots of my belly.

"Nike, that's wasn't cool how yo boy just came at me. He thought that shit was funny" I said getting frustrated. I grabbed his hand tossing it right back onto his lap, ion like that nigga like that for him to be touching all over over me and my baby like that.

"I know and I'm sorry for that. I talked to him, I explained what happened that night at the party. He spazzed on me a little but shit it happened and I can't take that back, I wish it never did though" Nike spoke with pain in his voice. I could tell he was really remorseful about the situation, fuck him and his feeling though.

"Was that supposed help?" I said giving him a dumb look

A loud sigh exited Nikes mouth before speaking. "Look Anaya, you can hold a grudge with me for however long you want but at the end of the day, you could be the mother of my child. And I don't need to be falling off and on with the mother of my child, we gon have to make some shit work for the sake of the baby." He just doesn't get it, this baby is not staying. I can't afford no child I got shit shit to do with my life. Even if It was he still wouldn't be in my child's life, not after what he did to me.

"Nike I'm not keeping the baby" I spoke calmly. See what he not finna do, is stress me out over a decision that's already final!

"Mane we not finna go over this again" Nike clapped back, putting base in his voice

"Yes we are, because I need you to understand this baby is not staying Nike" I rolled my eyes. What part of this is he not comprehending.

"Bruh, what I need you to understand is you not giving up my child. How do you think I feel I'll never know my son or daughter, he or she will never know their father because of somebody their supposed to call their mother" Nike argued. Cracks flowed through his voice as each word came out his mouth

"That sounds like a personal problem" my eyes rolled from frustration. This nigga was really pushing my buttons

"Mane, fuck this I'm not finna sit here and get told I can't even see my own child" Nike got up, storming out the room. The door slammed behind him as he exited the premises.

I'm not even about to entertain his fit. He's acting like a damn child right now.

{Ray}

"Mane what the fuck is you buggin about" I spoke into the phone. Trey called me on some bullshit talking bout that lil 13 year old hoe from the other night. Bitch should be lucky I ain't do her a favor by blowing her brains out where she stood after she told me that bullshit. 13 my nigga!

"Jhit how was I supposed to know the bitch was 13. She told me otherwise" I said yelling back into the phone.

"Nigga yo ass just better hope that's not none of y'all baby, or yo ass gon be sent right back to the pin" Trey clapped back. This nigga crazy!

"Boy that ain't my baby, if she willing to fuck a random nigga at a party she probably been hit by every other nigga on campus. Her ass better go on maury and find her baby daddy. And Nike tryna place house with the bitch he better watch out before he end up with sum, or broke over a baby that ain't even his." I said getting frustrated. If another mother fucker come up to me asking bout this ugly ass hoe imma spazz.

"Ight jhit, keep ya head up. And aye nigga, keep yo dick in yo pants. You already got one crazy ass baby momma, you don't need another" I laughed knowing that shit was true. Nattily gon kill me if she find out bout these rumors.

{Anaya}

2 weeks later...

Me and my mom pulled up to the jail house, pulling into a empty parking space. Me and my mom had a conversation the other night about the situation. I understand exactly where she's coming from, let my daughter come up with a baby at 13, it's all hell off rip! She still doesn't know about me being sexually assaulted. She just thinking I had a few drinks at a party and ended up finding my way into somebodies bed. Still sounds bad either way.

Well me and moms decided to visit my dad today.

For me, not by choice. Moms thought it was only right if I tell my father about how I disobeyed her rules by acting grown. Her words not mine.

My dad had been incarcerated for 4 years now and not getting out no time soon, he was sentenced to life on a murder charge. Hey that's what my moms gets, she knew what she was getting herself into marrying a thug. I just miss my daddy, out of every time I really need him at this moment.

"You ready?" My mom asked, putting the car in park.

"Yeah" I responded back. Unbuckling my seat belt from around my bump, i hopped out the passenger side door. We made our way inside going through the metal detector and pat down. We were led to a lit up room. There sat the man I called my father. He looked well nourished. He had on a unbuttoned orange jumpsuit, with a white wife beater under it, and white dirtied up slides.

Walking into the room I instantly got nervous. I had on a black tank top, with a green navy print jacket. My stomach was poking.

As me and moms walked further into the room, me and my dad made eye contact. Bad idea. He glanced down from my face to my stomach.

"What the fuck Anaya" my dad spoke up, lifting himself from the seat. He was still handcuffed to the table so he wasn't going anywhere

"I wanna leave" I spoke talking to my mom. This side of my dad scared me. I only seen this side once, when I was 7

[Flashback]

My dad threw a punch, shocking us both. We all had just came home from picking me up from school. Mom and dad was arguing bout some nonsense, that was usual they argued all the time. This time was different tho. I've never seen my dad lay a finger on my mom in that typa way. My eyes instantly filled with tears as I watched him beat my mom senseless.

"Papa stop" I screamed, clutching my teddy. My face was filling with tears, my eyes were blood shot red from the salt. Why her, why momma. What could she have done.

If I would've never said anything my momma would've died this night, it's like he blacked out. He wasn't himself.

{Flashback over}...

Guards ran up trying to detain him, dude was going crazy. I didn't even stick around to watch. Making my way out the building, my mom stepped right behind me. I walked through the glass door, glancing the street trying to spot my moms all black Jeep Wrangler.

"Wait Anaya" my mom speed walked after me. She grabbed me by my arm, turning me her direction.

"Momma I just wanna leave" I said, I instantly broke into tears. My father didn't love me nomore. Shit who would love a pregnant 13 year old child, I'm by myself on this earth, always have been.

"I know baby" my mom pulled me into a tight hug, all I could do was cry. Everything I been through in my life, all the emotions I held in just flowed out. "It's okay baby, your father is just angry right now you have to give him his time and space. Nobody's perfect." My moms spoke. She pulled away, cradling my face. Wiping my tears as they flowed.

I nodded my head to make my mom feel better. I didn't wanna hear the bullshit she was speaking but I knew she wouldn't let up until I understood. Shit I couldn't blame her, that's her husband. Gotta hold him down.

She stood there admiring me before opening her mouth again.

"Anaya, I want you back home. I can't stand waking up every morning without my child to light up my day" my moms said. I could hear the pain in her voice, it was eating her alive just as much as it was eating me alive.

"I don't know momma" I said trying not to make eye contact. My voice instantly lightened, I was hesitant to give an exact answer. What if I go back and it's not what I excepted. Wild thoughts ran through my head.

"I understand" my moms spoke. A tear streamed down her face from the thought of losing her child, her only daughter.

I took a deep breath in, thinking about if what i was about to say next was the right thing to say. "Fine momma" I spoke. "but I want my own room. I'm tired of sharing a room with Mesha, she too loud" I said trying to lighten the mood.

Pain drained out of her eyes and in walked happiness, entering her soul. She chuckled, wiping the fallen tear from her face. "Gotcha" she spoke.

"But really mom, things gotta change from both parties. I'm tryna better myself, I can't keep making petty mistakes especially not ones as drastic as this. And you can't keep getting mad at me for petty things, remember. Nobody's perfect." I said talking, trying to get my point across, and be respectful all at the same time.

She nodded her head up and down, realizing her faults. It was nice getting some of this stuff off my chest. I needed this.

"Now can we go, it's hot out here, and I'm hungry" I said rubbing my popped out stomach

Ma laughed as we broke apart, we made our way over to the truck hoping in. I really hope things change this time around.

To be continued....